Seeing their expressions, Lin Feng's lips curled into an inscrutable arc. With a casual wave of his hand, the Flying Immortal Sword, wrapped in peerless sharpness, shot straight toward Ye Xuan.
"Ye Xuan, what are you standing there for?"
"Why aren't you hurrying up and catching the sword to make it acknowledge you as its master?"
Lin Feng shouted.
"Ah? Right!"
Ye Xuan had been directly intimidated by the pressure carried by the Flying Immortal Sword. He stared stupidly at the flying sword without moving, only jolting back to his senses when he heard the Esteemed Sect Master's shout.
He cast aside every distracting thought, held his breath, focused his mind, and raised his aura to its limit as he prepared to receive the Flying Immortal Sword.
He knew that Immortal Swords were not so easily subdued. Especially those with spiritual awareness—they were not only wild and untamable, but also contained immense danger. One misstep, and it would all come to nothing.
But Ye Xuan had still underestimated the Flying Immortal Sword produced by the system.
The moment he grasped the Flying Immortal Sword's hilt, its sharp and domineering Sword Qi instantly enveloped him, dragging him dozens of yards away with a whoosh.
Bang!
Before Ye Xuan could react, he slammed fiercely into an ancient tree that towered into the sky. His bones nearly fell apart from the impact.
Whoosh!
Before he could curse, the Flying Immortal Sword flipped around and dragged him into another tree ten yards away.
Bang!
Amid the blinding pain and dizziness, the Flying Immortal Sword dragged him into a massive boulder.
That blow finally made Ye Xuan lose control, and he spat a mouthful of blood far into the distance.
This series of collisions completely stirred his blood. Gritting his steel teeth, he stomped both feet hard into the ground, gathered all his spiritual energy into his hands, and desperately pulled against the Flying Immortal Sword.
But how could an Immortal Sword be so easily controlled?
The Flying Immortal Sword burst forth with light and let out a deep sword cry. Its unparalleled Sharp Aura became even more piercing as it violently dragged Ye Xuan forward.
Ye Xuan's feet carved two furrows half a foot deep into the ground. In moments, the soles of his shoes had worn away, and blood streamed from his feet.
The bone-piercing pain made Ye Xuan gasp sharply again and again, cold sweat rolling down his cheeks in beads.
Yet he did not have the slightest intention of giving up. Instead, he gripped the Flying Immortal Sword even harder.
He persevered bitterly as the spiritual energy in his Qi Sea circulated frantically, trying to bring the Flying Immortal Sword under control.
But the Flying Immortal Sword was, after all, a renowned weapon on the Divine Weapon Scroll, and it had even been produced by the system. Its power was beyond imagination.
When he pulled backward, the Flying Immortal Sword dragged him forward.
When he moved left, the Flying Immortal Sword moved right.
When he pulled downward, the Flying Immortal Sword shot upward.
The Flying Immortal Sword sent Ye Xuan soaring into the heavens and burrowing into the earth, riding clouds and mist.
In mere moments, Ye Xuan had become utterly bedraggled, so miserable that one could hardly bear to look at him.
His nose was bruised, his face swollen, his hair disheveled, his clothes in tatters, and his body covered in wounds...
At this point, he was nearly unable to hold on.
With his current strength, trying to make the Flying Immortal Sword acknowledge him as its master was no different from seeking his own death.
In the end... I still can't make it acknowledge me as its master. Is this going to fail?
But I refuse to accept this!
I have let down the Esteemed Sect Master's gift!
Ye Xuan's eyes were bloodshot, filled with unbearable grievance and sorrow.
His hands gripping the hilt had begun to tremble violently. He was about to lose his hold...
"Ye Xuan, do not panic. I shall grant you a spiritual pill."
Before the words had even faded, Lin Feng flicked his finger. A thumb-sized, emerald-green, translucent pill shot into Ye Xuan's mouth with a whoosh.
This spiritual pill was precisely a Spiritual Pill and Elixir produced by the system, one suited to the constitution of a Sword Cultivator.
The moment the pill entered his mouth, it transformed into streams of sweet spring water that flowed through all four limbs and every bone.
At that instant, it was like sweet rain after a long drought. The depleted spiritual energy within him burst with vigorous life, springing up like bamboo shoots after the rain, impossible to contain.
Boom!
Boom!
His aura rose step by step.
Ye Xuan threw back his head in wild laughter and began battling the Flying Immortal Sword once more.
There was no sense of time in cultivation. In the blink of an eye, three days passed.
Throughout that time, Lin Feng and Xuanyuan Qingtian stood guard beside Ye Xuan without saying a word.
Whoosh!
With a piercing sound, a streak of green brilliance came from the void.
Its sharpness was boundless, its dominance unmatched!
Buzz!
A clear sword cry rang out, and Ye Xuan was already standing firmly on the ground.
Though he looked utterly miserable, his face was filled with endless joy and excitement, while sword-like brilliance flashed in his eyes.
The Flying Immortal Sword, an Immortal Artifact listed on the Divine Weapon Scroll, had already been subdued by him.
At that moment, he clearly sensed a vast Sharp Aura filling his Qi Sea. His spiritual energy had undergone a qualitative transformation.
His mind had also formed a close connection with the Flying Immortal Sword, and he could feel its joy, anger, sorrow, and delight.
Ye Xuan could not stop himself from envisioning the future. Now that I have subdued a supreme treasure like the Flying Immortal Sword, as long as my strength keeps pace, I will surely be able to unleash its world-destroying might. When that time comes, it will be the end of Netherworld Hall!
He had never imagined that one day he would possess an Immortal Sword from the Divine Weapon Scroll. This was something countless Heavenly Talents dreamed of yet could never obtain.
But he knew clearly that all of this had been bestowed upon him by the Esteemed Sect Master!
Thud!
Without hesitation, Ye Xuan knelt before Lin Feng. As he bowed in reverence, he said in a resolute voice, "Thank you, Esteemed Sect Master, for granting this disciple the peerless treasure, the Flying Immortal Sword. This disciple will surely obey the Esteemed Sect Master's every command."
Lin Feng nodded slightly, then flicked his finger. A green ray shot into Ye Xuan's brow. "This is the mental cultivation method of the Nine Heavens Sword Art. The move I used three days ago came from this sword art. You must study and comprehend it diligently."
Ye Xuan's entire body shook, and he kowtowed to Lin Feng once again. "This disciple will surely not fail the Esteemed Sect Master's great favor."
He was wildly excited. He could even imagine that if he mastered the Nine Heavens Sword Art, being invincible among those of the same rank would be no problem at all. It might even be possible to kill enemies above his own realm.
Lin Feng smiled faintly. "The sect has a training ground and Living Quarters specifically for Handyman Disciples. You may go there on your own."
"Also, if you require other cultivation methods or martial skills, you may go to the Merit Transmission Tower and choose them yourself."
"But there is one thing you must remember: none of the cultivation methods or martial skills in the Merit Transmission Tower may be taken by force. You may only obtain them through fate."
"Oh, and you have a Senior Disciple Brother. If there is anything you do not understand, you may seek his guidance."
At this point, his expression turned solemn. "Our Divine Sword Sect values character and conduct above all else. There must never be any slaughter among fellow disciples. You must love and support one another."
He cast a faint glance at Ye Xuan. "If I discover anyone breaking the rules, they will be punished without mercy."
Ye Xuan felt as though two sharp blades had pierced his mind, and he could not stop himself from shuddering. "This disciple will heed the Esteemed Sect Master's teachings."
Lin Feng nodded, then changed the subject. "You may cultivate in peace within the Divine Sword Sect. There is no need to worry about Netherworld Hall."
"Now that you are a disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, I will naturally ensure your safety."
"If Netherworld Hall fails to know whether it is dead or alive and dares to harass the Divine Sword Sect, I do not mind teaching them how to behave."
Although his tone was calm, the dominance between every word was unmistakable.
Hearing this, Ye Xuan was so moved that he nearly burst into tears. He hurriedly performed another grand kowtow.
After nine resounding kowtows, he quickly departed to search for the Handyman Disciples' Living Quarters and training ground.
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